"This is a fake!"
Yang Qi's words were nothing if not shocking. The atmosphere in the room instantly grew tense.
Wang Nantian's expression turned grim, while Wang He was seething with rage.
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Wang He grabbed Yang Qi by the collar and roared. "Do you have any idea how we acquired this painting? My father sacrificed his own legs to protect it! He won this painting at an auction in the Eagle Country, but someone tried to rob him on the way back. His legs were crippled in the fight, but he didn't let this national treasure suffer so much as a scratch! And now you're telling me it's a fake?!"
Yang Qi gently pushed Wang He's hand away. "I admire what your father did," he said coolly, "but a fact is a fact. That cannot be changed. This painting is a forgery, and I cannot allow my friend to spend 400 million Dragon Coins on it."
